Beautiful Yuri Couple Surrender to the Cock - Chapter 22

"You... you bastard!! I’m gonna kill you!! I'm gonna kill you dead!!" 

"Hahaha, keep it coming. Doesn't hurt, doesn't hurt. And hey, quit the biting."

Eiji took the barrage of punches with a nonchalant grin, though he did break a cold sweat when Mai started snarling and baring her teeth at him like a cornered animal. What is she, a feral child? Even with his conditioned body, a full-force bite from sharp canines was enough to sting. Not that it would stop him, of course.

"Are you an idiot!? I can never show my face in that convenience store again!!"

Mai screamed, tears welling in her eyes. Unfortunately for her, Eiji didn't seem the least bit moved.

"There are plenty of convenience stores out there. Who cares if you can't use that one? Besides, it’s not like that clerk is gonna work there forever. Don't sweat the small stuff."

"Gugagagaga...!! The gap between your perception and mine is vast, you damn Gorilla...!!"

Mai looked like she wanted to scratch her own throat out in frustration. What am I going to do with this gorilla...?! Just as she was fuming, Eiji started stripping right in front of her. Once again, a rugged, muscular physique—one no woman could ever hope to replicate—was laid bare. Then, his next words left her speechless.

"Alright then. Round two." 

"Huh?! Wait... you're serious?! At least let me take a proper bath first! I only got to take a quick rinse earlier—I’m still sticky in all the... sticky places!"

Naturally, as someone who prided herself on being the cutest, Mai insisted on looking her best even for a trip to the store. ...Then again, even without her level of self-consciousness, walking into a store at night radiating such a heavy scent of sex was a bold move that required a certain kind of courage. Since Eiji had spent hours driving her to climax after climax, she hadn't even been able to put on her usual light makeup, forced to endure the "humiliation" of going out bare-faced.

Of course, given her natural beauty, her bare face was still enough to leave the clerk mesmerized. Eiji gave a long, deep sniff in her direction.

"...True, you do have quite a scent on you. All those fluids..." 

"Don't you dare talk like you didn't cause it." 

"Watch the tone..."

Eiji gave a small smirk at her rough language. When he said "fluids," he didn't mean his own; after all, he’d only finished once. The "scent of sex" was almost entirely Mai’s. Sweat, arousal, the traces of her losing control... they were all scents that a girl who prided herself on being a "perfect idol" should never have been emitting.

"Fine. Let's get in the tub together then." 

"Are you stupid? Humans aren't supposed to bathe with gorillas."

Mai gave him a deadpan look. Eiji didn't flinch.

"Talk all the smack you want while you still can. It’s Friday, after all... and we’ve got a long weekend ahead of us. Man, I can't wait..." 

"Y-you... You don't actually mean you're going to keep going for the next two days straight...?!"

Mai shuddered. This man... is he really planning to stay here and defile me for the entire long weekend?! In just one day—no, just a few hours—he had hammered her with so much pleasure she’d nearly lost her mind. And now, he wanted to do it for days? I... I don't think I'll survive this...

"Come on, let's go."

Eiji grabbed her arm with a firm grip. She thrashed and struggled to get away, but against his sheer power, she was helpless. Feeling the gap between man and woman once again, a wave of both terror and a sharp throb of arousal ran through her lower body.

"UGYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! LET GO!! GIVE ME BACK TO RIKA-CHAN!!"

Mai fought with everything she had. But despite her efforts, she was slowly dragged toward the bathroom. Shortly after, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and wet, squelching splashes began to echo from the bathroom... followed by the piercing, high-pitched shrieks of a woman’s ecstasy.

"Man, I’m so done..."

The voice belonged to a delivery guy working for a national pizza chain. Day in and day out, he hopped on his bike and rode to customers' houses to drop off pizzas. He was sick of the monotonous work.

"I'm seriously quitting. This is the last one."

He made the decision right then, pizza in hand. Usually, instead of a "thank you," he was met with a "You're late! Make it free!" The stress was piling up.

"Still... that's a massive apartment complex. I guess even people who can afford a place like that still eat this stuff."

Today's delivery was a high-rise luxury condo—the kind of place where the rent alone probably cost hundreds of thousands of yen. It looked like the most expensive place he’d ever delivered to. He pressed the buzzer for the apartment number.

"H-hello...?"

A strangely muffled voice answered. It was a girl, but why did she sound so strained? It sounded as if she was trying to talk while someone was covering her mouth. He brushed the suspicion aside, figured it was just a bad connection.

"Pizza delivery!" 

"I-I'm coming..."

He took a breath and entered as the lock clicked open. As expected, the lobby and elevator were opulent and pristine. I'd love to live somewhere like this one day, he thought as he reached the door and rang the bell again. He heard a rustling sound through the door.

"...Wait! You go out there!" 

"...It's fine. He won't know." 

"...That's what you said at the convenience store!" 

"Look, can someone just come out and take the pizza?"

They seemed to be arguing about something, but he just wanted to get this over with so he could tell his manager he was quitting. Finally, he heard the sound of hurried footsteps and the door swung open.

"S-sorry for the wait..." 

"Ah, that'll be 2,300 yen... please..."

He looked up with a bored expression, only to freeze in his tracks.

"Um... so, here's 3,000 yen..."

The girl standing there was incredibly provocative. Her features were stunning—long, silky black hair that embodied Japanese beauty, large drooping eyes, and succulent lips. But what really made his throat go dry was the overwhelming, musky aura of sex radiating from her entire body. She was drenched in sweat, her hair matted to her forehead and cheeks. She was wearing a simple T-shirt that was stretched tight over an impressive bust, and as he looked down, he broke into a sweat of his own.

More importantly, she didn't seem to be wearing anything on her lower half. Or rather, the oversized men's shirt was so loose and long it covered her down to her mid-thighs, making her look like a public flasher wearing nothing but a shirt. Because the shirt was so big, he could easily see deep into her cleavage. A bead of sweat trickled down and vanished into the shadows of her chest.

"I-is something wrong...?" 

"Ah, uh... no..."

The girl asked timidly. She must have felt threatened by the way he was staring at her without taking the money. But the guy couldn't help it; his heart was pounding, and his mind was a blur.

"Hic..."

The girl let out a small whimper and backed away, terrified by the hungry, predatory look in his eyes.

"Hey!"

He started to say something. If possible, he wanted to get a piece of this... but his thoughts were instantly silenced by a voice from inside.

"Yo, what’s taking so long?"

A massive man loomed out from behind her. Rugged features, a wall of muscle—a literal monster who was clearly on a different level of combat ability.

"Gorilla!" 

"Gorilla?! (He's more like a demon!)"

The girl’s face lit up, and she ducked behind the man’s back. For someone she called a "Gorilla," she seemed awfully attached to him. Meanwhile, the delivery guy’s face went pale. He’d just tried to hit on a girl who had a boyfriend... and this was the boyfriend. He didn't think he’d get away with this. His knees started to shake.

"Ah... can I get my change?"

The big guy scratched his head. He sounded surprisingly reasonable. His voice was deep, but he didn't sound angry.

"A-ah! Right! Sorry! And the pizza..." 

"Oh, she already took it. Don't worry about it." 

"Ooh! This looks so good!"

The girl, who had been glaring at him from the shadows, had snatched the pizza and run back inside. Her excited cheers echoed from within.

"W-well then, if you'll excuse me!" 

"Thanks for the hard work."

The clerk beat a hasty retreat, the atmosphere too awkward to bear. He got back on his bike and rode out of the complex...

"......So, you can meet girls who look that erotic on this job."

The image of her stayed in his mind. Drenched in sweat, the thin T-shirt clinging to every curve, radiating that irresistible scent... a delivery job was probably the only way to have an encounter like that.

"Alright... maybe I'll stick with this job a little longer!"

Mai’s charms were apparently powerful enough to change a man's career path in a single encounter.

"Mnh... hff... hff... ❤️"

Back in the apartment after the delivery guy had left, the room was once again filled with wet, squelching sounds and muffled moans. In a room thick with humid heat and the heavy scent of sex, the man and woman—Eiji and Mai—were locked in an embrace once more.

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